A Big Giant Phew!
Oh thank you flu recovery goddess! Thank you for hearing my pleas for deliverance. I am a stomach flu survivor. No more keeping the bucket close by, no more cold sweats, no more shaky legs like a newborn fawn.
I have to accept the fact that I am the least stoic sick person I know. There was no brave little soldier going on, just a lot of drama and tragic whispers of “why”?
It is such a cliche, but it is amazing how much we take our health for granted until something goes wrong. I am so grateful to feel robust and energized. I’m sure The Sweetie is equally grateful that he will no longer have to listen to my self-pitying laments.
